Hello, everyone!
 
        Rascal has been impossible lately!  So far, she has been persistent in
ridding me of all my socks, shirts, sweaters, shorts, school uniform boxers
(for under my kilt -- I'm not a cross-dresser), and shoes.  Then, for
Valentine's Day, I got two pink roses from, um . . . a close friend
<blushing>. . . and shredded one of them and ate the pieces, and then lapped
up the water! (I luckily got to her before she attempted to eat the thorny
stems.)  Now, she's discovered my boombox and enjoys jumping up and down on
the buttons, and being blown away by the noise.  I've covered all of the items
above with Bitter Apple (my whole room now stinks with rubbing alcohol).
***ARGH***!!
 
        Two more things . . .
 
        One, I'd like to extend my sympathies to all who have lost or are
losing a fuzzie.  I commend you on your bravery, 'cause I know how hard it is
to lose a loved pet.  Sometimes I think losing a pet is harder than losing a
family member . . .
 
        Secondly, (on a lighter note) I got an A+ on a short story that I
wrote for my English class, and the protaganists are a pair of ferrets (BTW, I
borrowed a couple of names for the two weasels from you guys, 'cause some of
the names you guys have come up with are much better than the ones I could
have!)!  If anyone wants a copy of the story, just send your snail-mail
address to . . . :
 
                [log in to unmask]
 
        . . . and I'll send you a copy.
 
                                All for now!
 
                                Carinne & Rascal the weasel
 
        "Life is like a riddle and I'm really stumped"
                                -- The Offspring
[Posted in FML issue 1106]